Now, Gauri Lankesh
what was your sin?
being a woman
a journalist ?
In India we mime rape
we love women in closets
now Gauri my dear
why didn’t anyone rescue you?
because you are ( were) not a cow?
They have got guts these revenge mongers
their guts are hidden in bloated stomachs
are you weeping for them?
Are they laughing their guts, sorry stomachs out?
Now, Gauri Lankesh tell our women not to be afraid
and our men to weep, while protecting the cow
tell women to fight with fistful of tears
Now that they have shot you, seven times I hear
near your house, we will make it a temple
so that these cow herds can come pray, chant
But you were not Muslim
I wonder why they killed you.
Chant. Chant. Chant. Pray
Gauri Lankesh emerge out of your coffin
in the second resurrection, so that these
pitiful cows are herded and rescued
from those dying like you.
Gauri Lankesh, I had never heard of you
today I hear, with Kalburgi, Dabholkar and the rest
My heart is stripped of love- death.
Gauri I love you
though the strip tease they have done
faulted in your only death.
(On the murder of Gauri Lankesh, the journalist).